I (15F) got my first period when I was 12. Ever since then, I dread my time of the month. I'm not going to mention the culture or the country but not everyone follows such measures in this country though most women go through this. So the first time I got it, I didn't want anyone to find out about it because I'd seen how they were treating the women in my family for it. But I couldn't hide it for more than a day as my mother who was picking up my laundry the next day found out. And I cried and cried because I didn't want to go through this. And they made me sleep on the floor saying I wasn't allowed to touch cloth or metal because I was impure. I couldn't enter the kitchen. I can't visit places of worship or pray. If I touch a piece of food, they act as if it's poison and won't touch or go near it. No one was allowed to come close to me. I remember during my second period, I was in so much pain and I accidentally went near my mom and she hit me for it. And sleeping on the floor was a nightmare. Since I shared a room with my brother, he'd have the air conditioning on all the time and I get really cold because of it. Especially during winter when I have to sleep on the floor, the floor would be cold too and I had nothing but an old thin blanket with holes to keep me warm. Whenever I tried bringing it up with him, my mom and others supported my brother and said he needed it to "sleep comfortably."

One time, when we had a guest at home, they locked me in my room until they left.

Everytime I say something about not wanting to do all this, my mom would get really offended and start screaming at me because I wasn't respecting my culture and that there were things beyond our understanding and that I should just shut up and follow everything they say without questioning or fighting.

When she says all this I feel really guilty about feeling bad about all this and I can't argue for shit so I just end up crying. AITAH?